Breaking the silence that turns around the double edge of seeing. I have called you into the night moon because we have come to learn the end of waiting.
Looking for nothing to take us out of here. Ramshackle. A word that divinely chains us to earth. Ramshackle wind ramshackle fire ramshackle house of our bodies like a lizard hiding under the blue tint of English holly as if the red berries will sustain us all the way home.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."